Hi, I’ve name changed for this for reasons that will be obvious. I’m feeling really down and would really appreciate talking to someone who has been in a similar position.
I’m an adult now with children of my own. I have friends, a job, a home, and people I love.
When I was a child my father wasn’t around (can’t blame him). It was just me and my mother. She used to threaten to kill me, burn me, shut me up in the dark, wake me up in the night, jeer at me, imitate me. Refused me privacy - I didn’t have a bedroom. Not allowed to have friends round. More things like that. And she regularly did stuff to me that I see now - now that I have kids - that it is difficult to frame it as not being sexual in nature, to at least some extent. I don't know that it was motivated by sexual feeling, maybe it was enjoying the feeling of power, enjoying cruelty, a sort of enjoyable sadism for her, but it was physically inappropriate and invasive and would be classed now as sexual abuse, I think.
There are no happy memories of my childhood for me to look back on, only fear. As an adult, with the benefit of hindsight, I genuinely think she could very easily have killed me. She came close. It happens. I was lucky - I learnt how to appease her, and survived.
I have hated her for as long as I can remember. Loathed her. As a child I used to have one recurring nightmare about her - escaping from her with my father, with her chasing us, on a broomstick, screeching. In my 20s I had a different recurring nightmare- that she was coming to kill me and someone I loved: I could see her coming but could not make anyone hear me when I asked for help and told them to run. (As a child I tried to tell people what was going on- no one believed me. She was a pillar of the community.)
Anyway, I’m still in touch with her. Really, this is because I’m still frightened of her. I don’t want any emotional engagement with her, and in a weird way breaking off contact would be that. I don’t know if anyone who has been in a similar position will understand that.
But I have strictly avoided actually letting her into my life. I talk to her about the weather. I listen to her complaining about her life. But I never tell her anything that matters to me. She doesn’t know the names of my friends, or colleagues, or the man I love. She doesn’t know what I cook, or where I go at weekends, or what tv I watch, or what I read, or anything about my values or interests. That’s how I want it, because her knowing anything about me makes me feel polluted.
Today I had to tell her something personal about my life. I had to do it to avoid causing hurt to someone else (don’t want to go into details). I just had to.
Now I feel awful. I’ve created a life for myself. I don’t want her knowing anything about it. I don’t want her shadow falling over my home. I am frightened that I’ll find it difficult to cope - it took me a long time to build a life, and be happy: now I feel she’s creeping up behind me, polluting my life with her miasma. It’s like having a slug crawl up my leg.
I know this is irrational. But I wondered if anyone who has been in a similar position had any experience they could share - about how to maintain the integrity and privacy of the life you have built and the person you have become, free of the past.
I haven’t posted this in stately homes because I had quite significant difficulties coming to terms with my childhood experiences - self harming, major depression, suicudal ideation. So I think this area is where it belongs.
Well, I’m going to bed now. It has helped to get this off my chest. I just so want to be free of the shadow of the past. And I can’t tell friends in real life - the details are just all too horrible. I should say I’ve cone a long way. I’m normally a happy person nowadays. But having to reveal something of myself to her has really thrown me back.